What is my Dharma?

If the dharma of fire is to burn
And, that of water is to flow…

Then, as such, what is mine?

Dubai blues

Froggy eyes, deep voices.
Few visions.

My bed is bare,
I shiver every morn.

The food is bland,
I eat the same shit everyday.

The place is cold,
And I feel old.

I have no blanket,
And the ac is cold and bitter.

I have no more than 30Dhs
But I don’t care.

What is there?
Without you here, baby?

I am there…

One more night…
One more weekend…
One more course…

Been to a flesh-market?

Yesternight, I had been to such a place. The Imperial Suites Hotel. Actually, the place is a pub. But works like a pick-up joint.

Eight pm. Entry fee: Dhs.50. Two complimentary drinks. So far so good.

You enter listening to heavy music by a live band on stage. Great. You settle down to have some drinks with your roomies. And then, one by one in came sex workers/ prostitutes/ hookers/ randis. Any nationality you want. Any size, any colour.

You can choose to call them by whatever name you want. I shall call them women.

And they come to you and ask you whether you want to play with them! I said a big no. And continued my drink.

However, my roomie’s friend, Christie, was a sad guy. He was a marketing manager for some air-conditioning company. Part-time, this guy also supplied call girls to clients… and the fucker knew all the women who came in there. He was married. Had kids too. And so was Somu, my roomie.

All the men treated these women as if they were commodities to be used and thrown. The women had outgrown any sense of shame or fear. I don’t think they even remember love or, for that matter, even lust.

This was an experience. So many fairytales they would have had to tell. Of all the faraway countries that they came from: Uzbekistan, Russia, Morocco, Egypt, Korea, Japan…

Bargaining and hustled laughters continued way into the night. Often, you will see the same woman going with a guy and an hour later going back with another guy…

Oh my god!

What is wrong with men?
Is love so hard to find?
Does sex mean lust?
Is lust to be satisfied in an instant with a stranger?
Is sex so cheap that you can buy it?
From any woman?
Anywhere, irrespective of a wife and kids back home who love and respect you so dearly?
What has this world come to?

They were women. Supposed to evolve and become a mother someday. A mother, you see, a mother. Something men can never be: naturally.

And they were for sale. For sale! Damn it!

To the highest bidder. They stood like mannequins, and no buyer respected them.